"You're hitting a ton! You really disfigured those damned Yankees!"I smiled. "I owe it all to Patti," I said.Well. Maybe not "all" -- but there was no...doubt about it, she'd gotten me out of a horrible slump. I really did owe her -- big-time!"B.J. would have brought you out of it," Patti said modestly. "You'd have been all right." Maybe," I said. "But it wasn't B.J., this time. You're the one who brought me out of it. And I appreciate it!" I did, too. I may be as capable of spouting bullshit as. Just loading a fresh roll of film into my camera.”She looked around the room and spotted two large piles of pictures placed face down on the cocktail table. She was about to grab a pile to look at when Roger came into the room.“Don’t you dare look at the pictures until I get us a drink and can join you.” He said and went into the kitchen returning with two glasses of Coke and setting them down on the table as he sat next to June. “Okay, let me explain. The pile on the right is of the first. ’ Is it just me that gets hot when a guy says cioppino? ‘That was a pretty complicated plan to meet me. You could have just back into the kitchen.’ ‘Yea, well, to me getting there is half the fun.’ After dinner service, I had changed into a pair of Hudson jeans and an off white v-neck cashmere sweater. Damien brushes some hair from my face and I reach for his hand as he touches me. Not one to waste an opportunity, Damien kisses my cheek. Well, I’m not going to let this go by either. Why should. She looked relieved as she sat back down into her chair, checking again that Shaun was still asleep. That’s when I saw the services sign. I knew the services and they were usually quiet and only a few miles up the road. As I pulled in to the parking, Jennifer asked “why have we stopped? we’ll be home in 40 minutes.”“I need to sort out an instalment, we can get coffee at the same time.” Jennifer knew what I was hinting at and tried to wake up Shaun, “we’ve stopped for some coffee, do you want to.